Lyrics:
Wait a minute, yo wait a minute
Yo wait a minute Joe I got lyrics
Lifted off the mystic, body and spirit
Futuristic here, let me pass it
Presently
over here
Over here, over here
Over here, over here
Over here, over here
Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young Jesus
Flow prestigious
Stackin'
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I'm all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don't let me down,
likes you, like I like you
I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
[Verse 2]
Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja
a hustler all my life gimme six stacks,
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that,
Cook it till its solid white tell 'em hit that,
Big fat Os of that
Nose in our business
What is this some kinda joke?
Man, everywhere I go all I’m
Hearing is more talk
"What’s up with Jada and Fat Joe?
Doing a song with
of the game, that flood the state
In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates
(Chorus)
(Nelly)
Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!
(Fat Joe)
Yeah,
like you, got real meaning
I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies
You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey
You's a phony, I heard
the cops
The holes are too small
Got these huge bald spots on top of my head
Emerging like unwanted islands
I'm trying to vote myself off of
By force
chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin'
shit is mad hot)
Give a whistle if you hear this, can't best me
Try to keep my lyrics short and fat like Joe Pesci
God bless me
Know what I'm
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
Some work at Wimpy
Gotta crush, hot and heavy on an MC
And like Fat Joe, jealous ones envy
Pacewon, you want to be like me
Carhartt cap on, new pair
a friend to me
Fat Joe, he call me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga
calling your bitch up
Throw me that puss like a clitor
Joe fuck a thumb in the whipper
And my pockets fat like a hippo
My pockets fat like I'm Lizzo
I'm
durin' backyard wrasslin
Overalls coverin' their fat lard asses up
Your cousin isn't someone that you have to fuck
Claimin' that you're Irish but you have
the get-a-long game would come through and make amends,
And by the end of the week they were all super friends.
G I Joe would get all riled up again,
Guns
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
That's og mixed with pink runts yeah
That's og mixed with pink runts you Can tell by the way i cough
I rarely take
best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
I'll get
ke ye kicks
They’re frosted like my cuban links
I’ll always be making decisions inspired by kinks
I don’t give fuck what she thinks
Chahiye mujhe sari
it all the pain
I just can't get rid of it it's insane
I just go shame less
I get so many tags of ruthless
Every time by people who don't understand me
sade 3 lakh ke ye kicks
They're frosted like my cuban links
I'll always be making decisions inspired by kinks
I don't give fuck what she thinks
Chahiye
bache na sune bas bachkane backane
Rap
cjkal log ye daily mujhe samjhate social life hi hai future din rat yahi gate . Real life Mai inki Gand fat ke
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